Not that there isn't a lot to talk about. I write in several different periods, from Tudor to Edwardian, with stops in Stuart, Georgian, and Colonial periods. The half draft I'm currently wrangling is a time travel between modern NYC and early sixteenth century Scotland. Including ballroom dance, clan feuds, primogeniture and what foods might be stocked at a Hungarian deli. Not to mention creating a museum exhibit on life and leisure in sixteenth century Scotland (I owe a museum worker buddy much chocolate for all the brain picking on this one.) I'm also at work on a companion book to that one, which will take a shell-shocked hero from WWI and drop him down in century sixteen. What can I say? I like angst. Besides, it gives me a chance to indulge in a Brideshead Revisited marathon and say I'm working.
The first time I saw Brideshead, I'd taken it from the library as one of my "always meant to see that" choices in the DVD section, popped the first disk into my laptop, and fell irrevocably in love. I will never ever be able to look at Castle Howard without knowing in my heart of hearts that it is Brideshead. Am I the only one who actually wept upon seeing the grand fountain empty in the WWII storyline?
Actually, the whole thing has me sniffly, because it's an angstpuppy's dream. There's the lost friendship of Charles and Sebastien, Sebastien's downward spiral,the star crossed lovers Charles and Julia -- or did Charles love the Flyte family more than any individual member? Or did he love the life they represented, that genteel nobility that seemed to gasp its last after the Great War changed England forever? How do we choose between faith and desire and when do we let go of those we love who have made other choices?
All great fodder for writers of any genre, and I think especially romance. Loves and losses and second chances can play out in beautiful and intricate fashion over the years, and in historical romance, we have lots of years to play with. I applaud Harlequin for starting their Everlasting Love line, where readers can follow the love relationship of the hero and heroine for years or even decades. Right now they're only taking contemporary stories, but wouldn't that be perfect for historicals? Wars, continents, long sea voyages, ah bliss. I could do some of that.
Hmm, guess not so tongue tied today after all. I guess it all goes back to the fact that writers write. It's what we do. I'd insert a wav file of the theme from the BBC comedy "Chef" here if I could find one, and nab it to give props to us storyteller types. Writing, too, is a serious profession, and I couldn't be happier that it's mine. So let's celebrate the things that give us writing bliss. Maybe we need our own holiday.
If there were a holiday to celebrate romance and/or historical writers, what would you call it, when would it fall, and what's the traditional gift exchanged?